Still Hungry? [Short Chapters]

Chapter Four

The month in Arizona flew by, everyday i was down by the beach or in my room, reading. I loved to read, i especially enjoyed the way i could get so pulled in, it was as though i was a completely different person, in a completely different world. Although, every other day my mother would be screaming at the bottom of the stairs about how i was spending too much time in my room and not enough time in the sun, but like i said, she'd use anything just to start an argument with me.

So yeah, soon enough it was time to go back home. And after saying my goodbye to my relatives and the lovely beach house, I boarded the plane and went back to where i had came from. It wasn't great in England, there was hardly any sun and everything seemed a lot less friendly for some reason. Or maybe it was just me..

If you guys are wondering, no. Not all English people drink tea. I liked tea, but i didn't drink it everyday. The same with crumpets and teacakes and toast. Especially teacakes, i hate raisins.

After spending the time at my Uncle and Aunties home in America, i couldn't help but feel tired and weakened. As soon as i got home i flopped straight in to bed and snuggled up between the covers. I layed in the quiet and thought about the time i had been away. I loved staying over in America but this time i felt as though i had left a part of me back there. I closed my eyes, taking in the peace. 

'Callie! Your clothes are down here still, come and unpack please!' my mother called from the bottom of the stairs. Couldn't she tell i was tired? I groaned and stormed out of bed, banging down the stairs and ragging my suitcase back up. I slammed all the clothes in my wardrobe and layed back on my bed. It was late. I was exhausted. 

The morning after i awoken, still feeling like i had no energy from America. I slouched down the stairs for my daily Special K fix and glass of orange juice. 

When i reached the kitchen, i pulled out the box from the cupboard and poured my usual amount in to the bowl. Then i realised something. The bowls at my Uncle's house were a lot smaller than the ones we had over here. So if i could make it through the day eating half this amount then i could do it over here too.. 

I tipped some of the wheaty flakes back in to the box and shuffled over to the fridge for the milk and my orange juice. I really did like the taste of Special K. It filled me up too and there was so little fat in it! I looked down at my legs again, knowing my hate for them. I pushed them down on to the seat and saw them expand before groaning and taking in another spoonful of Special K. 

Rolling my eyes i leant over the table to reach for my laptop, pulling it closer to me and turning it on. It had been a while since i had been online. Signing in to my profile, i braced myself for all the status's about the summer. All the pictures of tiny girls wearing bikini's and short. And yes, i was right.

They didn't really bother me a great amount, it just made me realise how imperfect i was compared to these girls. How much more they must enjoy life, being able to wear and do what they want all the time. But the thing that hated me the most, was Chelsea Taylor. She was perfect. And yes, i hated her because she was perfect. I was one hundred percent jealous. She had everything, perfect life, perfect boyfriend, a car, a house. And she was only nineteen. I was so jealous of her.

*pop*

'Hey, haven't spoken in a while, you okay?:)'

I looked down to see the person trying to make conversation with me on-line. It was Cameron. He was someone i used to be really close to, hence why i never mentioned him. Me and Cameron were like best friends, we used to sleep over at each others house's, spend almost everyday with each other and he was someone i had the pleasure of calling 'best-friend'.

If your wondering why me and Cameron dont speak anymore.. *insert phone number of crazy girlfriend here* call this number and find out for yourself.

Yeah, that's right. Cameron had got with this girl around three years ago when we were fifteen. At first i liked Lindsay, she was okay. And then i actually got to know her. And i know what your thinking, she's obviously gonna be one of them blondie bimbo girls that pretend their stupid and flicks their hair over their shoulder every four and a half seconds? Right? Well, Lindsay was the complete opposite.

If any of you guys watch 'The Big Bang Theory' (the best show in the world) then you'll know who Amy is. If you dont watch it, then let me explain.

Lindsay was the type of girl that insulted you with science. She walked around in baggy, knee length socks (that were clearly supposed to be white, but were now grey) and knee length skirts. So the socks actually looked like really thick tights. She carried books/folders/noteboards/clipboards everywhere she went! She almost had a monobrow, she clung to Cameron like chewing gum to a shoe sole. And.. she hated me.

I don't know what i had done to that girl, but she hated me. I think that she thought me and Cameron had some sort of secret relationship going on or something, hence why she was only ever around him when i was. And plus, we were all fifteen, how much secrecy in a relationship can you get? Holding hands underneath the trampoline?

Anyway, i digress..

I reached my hands out to type back to Cameron, thinking hesitantly to what i should put. I mean, its been like two year since i've seen him. Two year since i left high school.

'Hey! Im doing good thanks, you? :) :)'

I decided on a simple, short reply. Making it sound as though i was actually interested in how he was feeling. Its not that i didn't like Cameron. I just didn't like that the chose his snobby girlfriend over his best friend.

*pop*

'That's really great Cal, I'm good too :) did you know i split up with Lindsay the other month?'

Suddenly my heart sank. I felt guilty for thinking all those things about Lindsay. I don't know why, they were all true. I just didn't expect that reply. On the other hand, i was kind of relieved. But it wasn't as though i could go back to being best friends with Cameron, it had been way too long.

'Aww, that's too bad. Hope your okay! :)'

*pop*

'Yeah, Ive never felt better. She was way too controlling. I miss you Cal.'

I was shocked for words, i didn't even know how to reply. What was i supposed to do? Go running up to him, so happy that we could be best friends again? I thought back to how i was now. Amber constantly talking about her latest crush and how many boys she has now slept with.

'Missed you too. :('

*pop*

'You know I'm sorry about everything, been waiting forever to talk to you again, just never saw you around. You wanna go for coffee?'

'Don't worry about it, yeah coffee sounds great :) in 20 minutes at the tree?'

*pop*

'Perfect. :)'

I smiled thinking about how well i handled that. And finally hoping me and Cameron could start fresh again, no controlling girlfriend in the way. Cameron was the only one that really understood me. He helped me gain all the confidence i had, and i know its not a lot, but before i knew him, i was so much more shy.

I jogged upstairs to get ready, hoping to make a good impression on him. It had been years! Well, only two but when your a teenager, the world is constantly changing.